How do you do it?
How do you get under my skin and into my thoughts so easily? You’re not even trying. You don’t even know it. And yet, you can do it all the same.
Just when I reach the point where I’ve convinced myself that holding on is useless, I’m trampled by a herd of emotions. I’m hit by a speeding semi. I’m slammed by the tumbling waves of the ocean. There’s no warning, and I’m left to face the barrage of irrational thoughts and uncontrollable sensations. And suddenly, all of the reasons for letting you go seem meaningless; seem silly.
I think about the way you make me feel, about the way you make me smile, about the way you make me laugh. And just like that, my feelings are switched from “off” to “on.” Maybe the realist in me knows that there are more cons. Maybe the realist knows this will only end in disappointment.
But the heart is a funny thing.
Despite everything, one spark is all it takes for an explosion.